How do you spell Norway? E.P.I.C. - Jeff Provenzano

My first trip to Norway began in New York City. JFK-AMS-SVG. Stavenger (SVG) is where I linked up with my crew, JT, Miles, and Alaska Jon. Each of us arrived from different locations. We spent the night in Stavenger to grab the first available ferry the next morning which took us to our final destination, Lysebotn. The first night was awesome, just to all be together. We ate, drank and talked about the adventure to come. It was an exciting time with this crew, and the energy we possessed would pretty much set the tone of the rest of the trip. Let the adventure begin.

The ferry ride through the fjords was when Norway became a reality. Left and right, the walls grew taller the farther up the fjord the ferry traveled. We passed all the places we would soon jump. I bet you my mouth was hanging wide open while staring, totally amazed. At the end of the fjord we arrived to Lysebotn. The town looks like a small fishing town in Alaska except here, there are no fisherman. There are only BASE jumpers. Lysebotn was our base camp for the week. Instantly it felt like home.

Just like the 1st day of summer camp I was feeling anxious to get out and play. Once situated we wasted no time to get on the BASE trail. We immediately got our hike on and headed to our first exit point called, the waterfall, for obvious reasons, you jump off a waterfall. That was the moment I realized I am living in a dream. This is what it was all about. Welcome to Kjierag, Norway. 3,2,1 CYA!

Hike, Jump, land, pack, repeat. That's the name of the game. At the end of that day, my first sunset jump in Kjierag was a long wing suit flight down the fjord. If you got a good flight you could make it all the way back to Lysebotn, which I did, and landed in front of the town bar and restaurant. Each night there was friendly accuracy competition there. The restaurant owner, Olav, would give a free beer and a dinner to whoever landed on the trampoline in the field out front. Each night at sunset we would jump that same exit point and all aim to land on that trampoline. The first night I landed on it and won that beer and dinner, JT stuck it the second night and then another night, Miles D. got the bull's eye.

Kjierag was the location for the Heli Boogie and the World Cup Pro Base Terrain Event this year. So after 3 days of running, climbing, hiking, sweating and earning every inch of altitude the hard way, we woke up to the sounds of helicopters. From there it got easy. Two hour hikes now were now only 5 minute heli flights. We got picked up in the packing area and dropped off right where we would jump. It could not get any easier. At this pace we could bang out more jumps, faster. By the end of the week I made over 20 jumps, and that he week was over fast. I guess time flies when your having fun. Before I knew it I was packed up and it was time to get back on that ferry to begin the journey to New York. I left Norway knowing only one thing, I have to come back. Soon.

Back in the USA I finished my tandem certification. I also performed at 2 Red Bull events, One at The Pikes Peak Hill Climb in Colorado Springs, CO and another in the Hamptons on Long Island, New York where we took DJ LA Riots into an exclusive 4th of July, Day and Night Beach Party. Then I planned my return trip to Norway. This time to Innfjorden. Another BASE jumpers paradise and also the next stop for the Pro BASE Tour. I was only on US soil for 10 days before boarding that plane to Oslo, Norway.

Mike Swanson, Julien Bulle, Noah Bahnson, Roberta Mancino and Gregg Shelton all showed up the same day. JT never left Norway, smart. so he was already there. We met at the airport in Molde and made the journey by car and ferry to Innfjorden. The weather was terrible the first couple days. Rain, wind and more rain. We rented a big house and due to the bad weather, we spent the time indoors like a big family. Luckily for us, we had Roberta and she cooked yummy Italian pasta every night. We needed to carb up those first few days because once the weather broke, it was time to charge. When the sun came out, it was game on. The reason why I came back to Norway, proximity and terrain Wing Suit BASE Jumping. This is the Mecca of it, even more so than Kjeirag. You could spend a lifetime exploring Norway. I only had a few days.

The most memorable exit point here was a place called Bispen. Early one morning JT took me there. He had been to Bispen before and warned me of it's epic-NESS. JT knew and lead the way. It was the perfect day. Not a cloud in the sky. Not a breath of wind. A day you should never pass this up in any part of the world. Especially in Norway. This day was literally, perfect, and so was Bispen. It was made for Wing Suit BASE jumping. Flying over terrain, next to waterfalls and past switchback roads where motorists wave at you as you fly by. This is seriously one of the coolest things I ever experienced and this was the spot to do it! Words are not enough to describe this place. You have to experience it. Or for that matter, any other place I discovered during my time in Norway.

There were so many cool jumps on this trip. So many amazing stories I could tell. So many new friends and old friends. So many unforgettable experiences. This is what its always been about for me. Since I was living in tents and trucks and trailers. It's about getting after it and living the dream. Flying. And now that the Norway trips are over for this year, it's time to start planning the next adventure.